Me, my dad and the Blythe

I was recently asked by the Guardian to write a few words about my dad. I was really pleased to do this, as it’s something I would never have done otherwise.

When he read it, my dad responded with “Oy! A eulogy, he’s written!”, to that ever-present invisible audience he delivers all his best jokes to.

I suggested we take the photos in The Blythe Hill Tavern, because it is
a) one of the the best pubs in London/ the country/ the world
and (more importantly)
b) one minute walk from my parent’s house

We sat around and had photos taken of us and felt a bit silly at first, but Camilla Greenwell did a great job of making the whole thing fun and enjoyable. She’s an excellent photographer as well, which helps!

The whiskey we’re drinking is not the whisky that paid for the feature- we were drinking a drop called ‘The Quiet Man’, which I chose on account of the name. When I was a kid we used to go on family holidays, staying at our friends place in Connemara. The John Ford film The Quiet Man was shot nearby, and there are numerous pictures of my old man and I recreating this scene:

Image result for the quiet man bridge
Big leggy

If I ever get round to it, I’ll scan and upload them here.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this.

Cheers

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